Name: French and Oriental Love in a Harem (en Inglés)
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Author: Uchard, Mario
ISBN: 9781463597689

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French and Oriental Love in a Harem (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

Autor

Mario Uchard

Editorial

Createspace

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

272

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

22.9 x 15.2 x 1.4 cm

Peso

0.37 kg.

ISBN13

9781463597689

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French and Oriental Love in a Harem (en Inglés)

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Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. All this may appear absurd to you. I daresay you are right, but I am only analysing for you an enchantment which still influences me like a dream. While longing for the virginal delights which awaited me, my tumultuous senses were plunged into certain apprehensions at once anxious and sweet. How am I to explain it to you? Sultan though I have been in my life, never before have I come in for such a delightful windfall of pleasures, my heart having been generally occupied, as you know, with much less worthy objects. All at once I was overwhelmed by the idea that they had doubtless misunderstood the reserve which I had affected in their company. According to their harem traditions, customs, and laws, I was their legitimate master and husband: was it not quite likely, then, that they believed me indifferent or even disdainful of their charms? Troubled at this reflection, I was seized with a dreadful pang of conscience. What could they suppose? Good heavens! Ought I to wait till the next day to dissipate their doubts, and justify myself for such strange coldness-coldness which may have seemed like indifference? I had no sooner conceived this thought than my desire concentrated itself upon one object, to see Kondjé-Gul again.